The secret of Blackwatch
Her pony galloped full speed toward the darkness, white mane whipping in her face as she bent closer and whispered words of encouragement. Suddenly they were in the air, flying straight toward danger. She couldn’t see the source of the danger, but she knew it was there. She could feel it. Even smell it. She reached for the weapon at her side. Weapon? She had never even held a knife before, but her hand automatically knew what to do. It was a sword of sorts. No, maybe not a sword, it was like the skinny swords she’d seen people use in fencing. A foil. How did she know that? The rain was pouring down on them, making it hard to see the way, but she trusted her pony. There it was! Out of nowhere! She struck out at it but couldn’t quite see it. The next thing she knew, she was tumbling through the air, falling again.
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